#jelly
Floating in the vast
A jelly is hushed
From the storms to the tides
Low to high
Pushed and pulled
By the current and time
It wonders around
Glowing in the dark
And end up circling about
Till the end of March
Where the time has come
For the one he preys
All hail the moon she praised
She twists and she twirls
Trying her best to navigate
Eventually she spirals
And lost in time and space
Mar 23, 2024
Mar 23, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
My brain is a middle school notebook
Every day I write your name inside
With random sketches the cover holds in
For emotions I can’t easily hide
My heart is a jelly pen
A schoolyard craze, of that there’s no doubt
It pins my last name to you in my middle school notebook
And as costly as it is, I pray it won’t run out
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC
Your hands are cream
They rub into me
Filling my skin with content
Your eyes are chocolate
They melt my gaze
My mouth goes dry with want
Your heart is jelly
I wish to take a bite
Would you let me,
even if my teeth leave a mark?
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
no, don’t keep me within the framework,
I’ll come out of them anyway, because I’m jelly, I’m just jelly.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
Jellyfish
How they float and fray and sting at random
A serious catch they are not in any specific way
Sporty or otherwise, directional
You jelly?
You should be
At least the bending spine know it's own winding way
With a dorsal not carried by every tide
Or captivated by the time of day
You jelly?
You should be, hahaha!
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 9:37 PM UTC
She was like a loaf of bread
Unexpecting and unafraid
She didn't expect him to cut into her
Severing her from the feeling of being whole
She also didn't expect for him
To plaster her with sweet honey and jam
He filled her with so much sugar,
But his sweetness was a simple distraction
How could she have known he would consume
The delicious treat he made of her
Only to tire of the taste
And allow the rest to go to waste ?
Though there is such tragedy do not fret,
There is still beauty there in every crumb
He may have taken her apart
But now her next love will have room to overflow
She is the most desired pastry of all
She turns her crumbs into cake
The delicious treat she makes of herself
Will never go to waste
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
*The flowers may bloom
but your sting is painfully,
preventing the view.*
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
Back to the whirlwind of starting from scratch.
Alone in I sit and watch
as the world moves beneath me, around me, surrounding me and blanketing me with coolness.
Winter months are the best because they make me wonder and think clearer.
I'm waking to a fresh kind of birth where I can leave behind my struggles and venture forth into the great unknown.
And the white starkness of sky that was once bright blue awakens my true frozen heart, deep in slumber,
to pulse a red purplish bruise that hurts, then soothes.
That's what this season is all about.
Preservation, hibernation, incubation, proclamation, prioritization.
It is the Root Cellar holding all that is dear.
It preserves the best parts of me so so I won't mold and crumble away.
I sit, soaked in vinegar, ripening.
I sleep, preserved in thick viscous jelly, not solid, but swishy.
I guess winter lets me breath as I try to wriggle out of the glass jar encasing my body.
It's hard, and a little slippery.
I am soaked in purplish red blood.
I am born to the rain soaked land, wishing it would snow.
But alas, it only welcomes me to a season so familiar that tears start to form in my eye corners.
Wet and shivering, I open the Root Cellar's door with a creak, and step into guerdon.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
When I sit down
At the table
I get excited
To read your label
Peeling back
Your foil cover
A small square of joy
I discover
Strawberry or grape
Jelly or jam
I don't really
Give a ****
I use a few
On my toast
That's the way
I like it most
I think I'm hooked
Don't try and knock it
I put a couple
In my pocket
When no one is looking
Into my pocket I reach
Slowly I pull one out
Man I hope it's peach
Always thinking about it
That sticky substance I crave
Won't someone help me
I'm becoming it's slave
In the fall
It's homemade preserve
On a Ritz *******
I like to serve
I can't stop
No matter how I try
I'll be a slave to the jelly
Till the day I die
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC
I am a Jellyfish
colorful yet pain-inflicitng
I remind myself to forget the bad things.
I keep on floating.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
Jelly is the perfect example
Of how I wish to live my life
because IT wobbles and wibbles almost teetering
UnStable about to fall but then it's a trick
AS it falls back to PLACE
REVERBERATING
WITH
SILENT
LAUGHTER
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
Pink and said to be mean
Your tentacles tend to scare me
You're often alone, are you lonely?
Drymonema larsoni... don't worry
We can be friends, just don't sting me..
Native to the Mediterranean, Caribbean, and The Gulf of Mexico..
Searching for Moon Jellies and feasting once they're found
They wrap their tentacles around- them and drag them in
What a cruel fate? you may think that but we do the same thing.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
It happened so quickly, one slip and fall.
Careening through the air i see can see my demise.
I met my watery grave as I heard Death's call.
Ruined and worthless, I say my goodbyes.
I get thrown away soggy and dead,
and I welcome my fate, forever soggy, wet bread.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
I am a Jar of Jelly, crying for help.
A restaurant in trouble, bad reviews on Yelp.
Garbage service and food, soggy bread and kelp.
I am abandoned on the shelf, like a cold little whelp.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
You are my peanut butter,
I want you everyday,
Breakfast, lunch,
Snacks and dinner,
You go perfectly with my jelly.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
So under under they clapped like thunder.
Rolled it over and dove around.
Picked up love and held it till it broke and splashed on their heads with a
soft wet sound.
Drenched in jelly oozing warmth they licked their lips and spanked the
season unforgiveness not forgotten they mash their fists til winter
knows their name.
"Dread us winter take what's coming you're on time-out til we're famous
not ambitious never stressing eat your veggies and blow your
storm.
But not here no we're the North and you've been dried up stop your crying
have fun south now count your blessings we'll talk later if you're
game."
We've got dancing, we've got sunshine, drenched in jelly all the same.
Lick our lips cause we're relaxing how's it taste like raspberry chocolate?
They're not happy we'll be for them just like jelly not a crying shame.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC